Just watched a whole debate about bleach. Not the cleaning stuff, mind you – more like the “please don’t drink this” kind. Can we just agree it’s meant for laundry and 90s anime battles? Someone save me from these trendy rabbit holes.
There's something captivating about the idea of sacks, whether they represent success or perhaps a moment of vulnerability. It’s funny how we like to pile things up—both physically and emotionally—and then see what unfolds.